Seek the beauty of farming and enjoy the joy of labor.

Seek the beauty of farming and enjoy the joy of labor. How to write Yangjiawan's composition is as follows:

The annual autumn is coming again, the annual golden wind is blowing again, and the annual maple leaves are red again. The field is full of harvest. You see: a sea of cotton flowers, silver flowers, white sheep like snow, a careful look, a heavy peach bending cotton branches, as if it is jingling.

Under the blowing of autumn wind, rice falls like the waves of the sea. In the fruit forest on the left, persimmon trees are covered with red lantern-like fruits, and apple dolls generously show their lovely faces and tie a "one-horned braid". The fields in autumn are colorful. Cotton is as white as snow, millet is as golden as gold, eggplant purple robe, melon white gauze and sorghum are as red as red tassels flying on iron spears.

What about the grapes next to the persimmon? More colorful, the kind called crystal is long and green, crystal clear and transparent, and it really looks like it is carved out of crystal and jade; And that kind of red rose is bright in purple, round and lovely, like a string of purple pearls.

Listen, the wind rustles the leaves and birds chirp on the fruit trees; Children's reading sounds are sometimes like birds singing, sometimes like Malik galloping, and sometimes crisp and melodious.

People take their children to the fruit forest, picking fruits, laughing constantly, and the songs of nature, like the tinkling of mountains and running water, are like the confluence of clear water, smooth and smooth. At this time, it began to rain lightly, and the rain dripped on apples, oranges and other fruits, which not only moistened the fruit trees, but also moistened people's hearts.

Ah, it smells good! Following the fragrance, I unconsciously came to a world of flowers. There are fragrant wild chrysanthemums everywhere, yellow like gold, red like fire, white like snow, scattered in the slightly yellow grass, swaying in the wind. I leaned down and gently picked a wild chrysanthemum with my hand, sucking its fragrance greedily.

I like wild chrysanthemums since I was a child. "It's not that chrysanthemums are favored among flowers, but that this flower is even more flowerless." How nice! It's not afraid of the cold. It's facing the wind in Ao Shuang. How can people not love it? I breathe the fresh air bathed in the autumn sun with the fragrance of earth, and I feel a kind of unspeakable comfort in my heart.